i’ve been driving for some time / and the towns look the same. / this town feels very different, / as though i’ve been here before. / this looks like the old school-yard where we both used to play. / and the kids in that building, / they look just like our friends. /

something about / this place / makes me lose a grip on time and sp*ce. / i haven’t seen you for years, / but i feel you could be here right now. / and i know it’s strange, / yes i know it’s strange, / that you could be here with me now. /

days spent staring at highways, / strange effects on the brain. / i can tell i’m not dreaming, / i know i’m wide awake! / i’m sure i saw the theatre / that burnt down in `83 – / and i followed the harley / that had your number-plate. /

something about this place / makes me lose a grip on time and sp*ce. / i haven’t seen you for years, / but i feel you could be here right now. / and i know it’s strange, / yes i know it’s strange, / that you could be here with me now. /